My voice is soft-
It's made of dreams...
It's like a garden
Full of leaves.
But what I want?
To be the Sun:
To be the Source
Of Fire. To Stun.
To be as Passionate and Loud
As Firework- the golden sound.
And what is standing in my way?
The things that I might never say:
A stitched heart,
A broken faith,
Another's mind
And what they said...
I shut this door.
I'm not afraid:
I've made a choice.
I'm on my way.
My Voice
© Copyright: Серафима Пронина, 2017
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